I have been working on a novel with the working title “Love and Other Disasters.” It is a group of stories about people in love all woven will together in the novel. Some do not end happily. My blog on the 15th “When the shotgun spoke death” is one of those stories. On the other hand, the novel starts with planning for a 50th wedding anniversary party. Finding someone to love is something we have all experienced or will experience if you are still young. Mother Nature has a reason to make us fall in love. It is merely to ensure the continuation of our species. The experts tell us we look at members of the opposite sex and are drawn to certain outward signs. In the case of men, we look for the hourglass figure – the wide hips are a good indication that the birth canal is wide enough to permit the easy birth of a child. Men also unconsciously look at breast size because it indicates that the woman will be able to feed, breast-feed, a child. Experts tell us, on the other hand, women unconsciously evaluate a man in terms of his ability to provide food and protection for the woman and the child.
We blissfully remain unaware of what we are doing. Even when we read an article, see something on the internet, or hear something on television from an expert, we tend not to acknowledge our unconscious criteria for choosing a mate. In working on the novel, I have concluded we don’t recognize these things consciously because it is just more pleasant to bask in the warm feeling of being in love and being loved. What do you think?
